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Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night✧ ⭒ ✧ ⭒ ✧ ⭒ ✧ ⭒ ✧ Nostrils flared as the forest musky scent of ThunderClan came into notice. If they had entered Fourtrees a few moments sooner then Moosestar and his clan might have beaten her. For Palestar it was only customary that ShadowClan was first as they had been for many moons now. Tonight was one of many traditions it seemed. With all the confidence of a seasoned leader, she led her clan with the added bonus of three new ...

An apricot striped dustmop had flopped down not far from the freshkill pile and reached out with a claw to snag a bird, pulling it to him. Boy, had he worked up an appetite! Oatpaw had been out on practicing rabbit hunting with Boulderdash and Shadesleek. The sisters were fast and worked well together while Oatpaw- well, he wasn't exactly slender or sleek or short-haired like the sisters. While he tried, he was slower, clumsier, and was definitely way more out of breath than they were. Giving a soft grunt and grumble, he set about to defeathering his meal, ...

"Your happiness is mine." ≿━━━━༺˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊❀˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.༻━━━━≾ Bayflower was exhausted. Physically and mentally and emotionally and spiritually. She had gone through a horrible nightmare of being exiled and being forced to become a clanless rogue, hindering the molly's sleep schedule. And when she had woken up, she had to take Heatherpaw out training at the break of dawn. As exhausted as the she-cat was. She had managed to hold herself together during training, albeit barely. Padding in, the WindClanner searched for a familiar, comfortable scent. It could ...

Wrentalon's gaze swept the sandy hollow. Part of him was anxious--no, excited--and he could feel it prick in his paws. The ground was good, not too wet, and the air was just a little bit on the cooler side. Perfect to warm up in. "Alright," he said to his apprentice, the corner of his mouth twisted in a grin, "time for some battle training."

After patroling and refreshing scentmarks around town, Duke set his eyes on a house not far from the church. He leapt and climbed to an upper part of its roof. Moonlight caught in his grizzled fur until a convenient cloud began to shield the tom. It had rained earlier, but the night was clear enough for him. Good enough for observation. Whether he only ended up observing the usual night life or something else, it wouldn't be a waste of time.

Dawnflurry shook sleep and bits of moss from his pelt when he left his den and made for the Talking Spot. At least it was less windy now than the day before. "The sunhigh patrol will be led by Ashcloud," he told the assembled warriors. "The dusk patrol will be led by Heronsong, the moonhigh patrol by Hollyclaw, and tomorrow's dawn patrol will be led by Specklenose. Dazzlebright and Brackenwing will organize the hunting patrols."

"Run. That is an order." ⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆ She had slowly but surely grown used to her role as RiverClan's deputy. Sure it had taken her longer than she would have liked but what mattered was that she did her best and that she was making progress. Besides, Coldstar didn't seem disappointed and that was all she could really ask for. Another day another round of patrols. In all honesty, she found it equally enjoyable and tiering, having to do this every single day. But she couldn't show it and she definitely would not back down. No. Never. She had to let C ...

She who wishes to be obeyed must know how to command. ◇─♖─♦️─♖─◇ Freedom, however temporary, was a breath of fresher air that Vivica missed to an extent. However instead of roaming the grassy hills and dense forests of her old home, she was now pressing her paws into a cement forest that seemed to hold more secrets with every curve and corner. More intriguing than she had anticipated with her kidnapping, that was certain. Vivica mad her way along the hard grey path, tapping her paws on the sturdy ground as if it were about to slip out beneat ...

If you believe you can, that’s enough to try. ⋅⋅✦⋅⋅ 🪶 ⋅⋅✦⋅⋅ It had felt barely a few minutes since Emberdust had left Quailfeather to watched over her litter again, and he had only now just got them to sleep, after what was actually half the day. The evening settled in a cool, cloudy sky that followed the morning fog and yesterday's thunderstorm. But it didn't bother the chocolate tom greatly, that simply meant he had more time to spend comforting the kits if Emberdust wasn't there, and even then, he found his peace in watching the raindrops. His ...

Adventurous hearts, wild and free, dance to the rhythm of destiny. ⋅⋅✦⋅⋅ 🔥 ⋅⋅✦⋅⋅ Brindlespice parted her jaws in a yawn as she walked in tow with the large, chocolate sepia tom that she had been forced to join with on her patrol. She knew he was kin... distantly so, but that didn't make her care a whole lot about him, Bravesong was her own brother, and she didn't really get along well with him. Although... Brindlespice didn't hate Oaktall either, she simply, didn't speak with him as much as she could. Perhaps that was her problem, or his, if he did ...

Garden's gem, in sunlight's blaze༻❁༺ Merryaster slipped out of the elders' den with a soft huff, shaking out her paws as bits of old moss clung stubbornly to her fur. She had spent a good portion of her day in the Elder's Den. Seeing Otterwhisker settled, groomed smooth and free of ticks felt worth the stiffness in Merryaster's jaw. The sun was high now, warm on her back as she padded a few tail lengths from the den. She let herself sink into a slow stretch, forelegs sliding forward with her spine arching until she felt that satisfying ripple of loosened t ...

I’m still a Warrior no matter what you say!· · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Boldclaw sat growling half to himself in a corner of the Elders’ Den. He hated this. He hated it so much! Who cared if he sometimes fell asleep randomly or saw things others couldn’t? He just had a deeper connection with Starclan. They called to him. Showed him things. The fact that he didn’t remember or understand what he dreamed and saw was because he was no Medicine Cat, but maybe a leader-to-be. Yes, he ought to have become leader and been taught to understand his condition not punished for i ...

I’m not different. Am I? ═════ ∘◦✧◦∘ 🐾 ∘◦✧◦∘ ═════ Wolfkit was the first to wake out of his sisters and mother in the nursery. Dawn had barely broken above the clouds scruffy black head emerged from the entrance. He was looking much more like an apprentice now, and had grown into his stature a little more. He slipped quietly out of the nursery and moved to the fresh kill pile sniffing it for any prey that might make a fine breakfast for him and his family. it was then that he found a plump mouse sprawled ay the corner of the pile, it wasn’t big b ...

What are you afraid of losing if nothing in the world actually belongs to you. ~･ﾟ: *~･ﾟ:* 🫧 *:･ﾟ~*:･* The sun bore clear and warm overhead as Goosesong and Clamsneeze had been set out to check on the upper east riverbank. It was closer to ThunderClan's territory than he would have preferred but that is where Cinderwisp had sent them for the usual border checks. But he was glad a patrol partner was with him, the silence made him think about Stoneclaw, not in grief, not how many may describe it, but wondering what he would do now. All of his direct ...

There’s always something to do.· · ─ ·✶· ─ · · She almost had it. If that mousebrained bird hadn’t seen her and called out… There was nothing Smallbird could do but chase after the rabbit as it fled. Rabbits so rarely entered Thunderclan territory and they were a great feast if they were caught. When the gray tabby she-cat had seen the little white tail flicking through the bushes as the rabbit nibbled on a patch of grass, she had been so excited. If she caught this she would be congratulated upon her return. Thanked even! The idea had made Smallbird qui ...

Spawn of flame, Thunder-struck, from the ashes I rise──●◎●── Leopardrose moved with her usual easy precision through the ferns. Brindlespice’s barbs from earlier hadn't completely been ignored, although she still pretended they hadn't landed anywhere near her. She was good at pretending. When Kestralswipe called out the morning patrols she'd caught Greypebbles’ name just after hers. Seemed her milk-sibling had taken her suggestion. It gave her an excuse to be seen with Greypebbles without suspicion. Now the forest grew thinner as Snakerocks came into view ...

Grace is effortless when born into it. ━◇──✧──💎──✧──◇━ The sunshine today felt too beautiful to waste lounging inside. Not matter how much her tired paws detested going for a walk, she felt that resting for so long would wast Sunshine. Laetita’s lanky, angular form slipped out from her manor as she traipsed out into the garden with practice elegance and a grace that she had been born into. "Oui oui, magnifique!" She praised the day as she moved to a clear spot on a well placed stone. Staring at the warm stone, she twitched a triangular ear… perha ...

I don’t need anyone! The only one I can trust is myself. ═════ ∘◦✧◦∘ 🪨 ∘◦✧◦∘ ═════ All was still in the Nettleplume's den. The warm wind brushed against Stoneclaw's fur and he felt a faint stinging from the wounds that dappled what seemed to be every inch of his coat, if certainly felt like it. If he had though he would die defending a lazy mouse-hearted cat like his son, Goosesong, he wouldn't have stepped out to the Gorge yesterday. He let out a final disappointed huff as his blue eyes slowly glazed over as he fell quite and still in his nest. t ...

What are you afraid of losing if nothing in the world actually belongs to you. ~･ﾟ: *~･ﾟ:* 🫧 *:･ﾟ~*:･* Goosesong lumbered into the medicine den, his paws were quick but careful with Stoneclaw lazily stumbling forward at his side. Stoneclaw's grey tabby fur was matter and wounded from what had seemed to be a furious and ferocious battle with the rogue... after all, who else could it have been? "Nettleplume." Goosesong called out, his voice wasn't panicked, but perhaps it was a little strained. This could be the last time Stoneclaw could have been s ...

"Noooo that's not fairrrr!" ⊱ ━━━━.⋅🏞‧₊˚ ⋅🍃 ࣪ ִֶָ.⋅.━━━━ ⊰ Despite almost being an apprentice. It seemed that Swampkit was still as immature as ever, the young molly always getting upset and sulking whenever something didn’t go her way. And this time, she didn’t get the part of the prey she liked the most when she had been sharing a meal with her family. Without saying anything, she growled and grumbled, padding away and over to her nest and sulking like it was the end of the world. What if she didn’t grow big and strong anymore because so ...

"Go. I'll be here." ➽───────────────❥ Finchpaw wanted to spend time with his immediate kin. He wasn’t sure what it was but he wanted to be close to them. Make sure they were safe. These cats were Wrentalon, Sunstrike and Robinpaw. The cats that he had vowed to protect. After a long day of training, the tom padded into camp. Tired but still wanting company. Wanting somebody to silently share prey with. Maybe- Wait. No. He couldn’t pick up any prey yet. Apprentices should eat last. The ginger feline sighed, laying down and stretching before standing up an ...

"Go. I'll be here." ➽───────────────❥ Finchpaw did not speak unless spoken to. He never did. Although that did not mean that he did not like Kestrelswipe though. He just. Wasn’t one to talk. The tom was one to take both praise and criticism inwardly and in silence, fixing his mistakes or continuing to do what he got right under Kestrelswipe’s instructions. He had to. After all, this could be the future leader. And he was training to protect his clan. To protect ThunderClan. To protect his home. The ginger apprentice padded after the older tom in silence ...

"Run. That is an order." ⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆ It had been a hot minute since Cinderwisp had found the chance to spend valuable quality time with her only remaining kin. Her brother. The molly didn’t need to look hard though. All she had to do was stroll into the elders’ den and there he was, sleeping. Her heart ached a little as the image of Cinderwhisper passing away came back but she shook the thought away. She was the deputy. She had to remain strong and move on. With a purr, the she-cat approached Tangleloon, nuzzling him briefly. “Good morning, sleep ...

"Your happiness is mine." ≿━━━━༺˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🌊❀˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚.༻━━━━≾ It had been a while since Bayflower had spent some quality time with his family. So. The tom figured that now was the perfect time to do so. His kits had been apprentices for a moon now and the tom felt infinitely proud of their achievements, wanting to shower them with praise and love. It took the molly a while but eventually, she found Cedarpaw, purring as she dragged her daughter into an embrace. “Cedarpaw.” Bayflower greeted with a soft purr, licking her head a couple times. “How was train ...

Roly poly, topsy turvey, bumble paws ❖ ⭒ ❖ ⭒ 𓆣 ⭒ ❖ ⭒ ❖ Beetlekit crouched near the nursery wall, the soft moss beneath him still smelling faintly of milk and warm fur. A moss ball lay just a whisker’s length from his front paws. He extended one tiny paw and touched it with the lightest tap. The ball wobbled, barely moving an inch. Beetlekit’s ears pricked but he did not pounce. He watched the way it settled. Then... slower this time, he nudged it again. The ball drifted closer to him and it brushed against his toes. He pulled his paw back slightly as thou ...